KERI'S KORNER XV: MARTA'S MAULING

By Dylan

“I wasn't sure you had it in you.”

“That cunt had it coming. They all have it coming.”

Keri and Janine are talking in the locker room just after Keri's death match with Aliya. She is not shaken in the least about killing her. She is more confident, sexy and alive than ever. And she wants more! She wants revenge and she wants it now.

“I can't go home,” says Keri, changing into a tight fitting pair of jeans.

“You need a drink?” asks Janine. It is obvious that the usually smug champion feels a little more than just respect for her new-found friend.

“I need to find those other fucks! The ones that got away. Martin and Vanessa. I want to go to the warehouse. Now. Tonight.” Keri is on a mission and Janine can see that she is going with or without her.

“Let's kill ‘em all,” Janine says with a smirk.

Keri and Janine drive to the warehouse that was the place where Keri almost died. This is where they have been keeping Brooke and Houston captive for the last several weeks, waiting for Keri to recover enough to cast her vengeance; but in the arena. That's the deal she struck with Ashlyn. On their way, Keri blows just about every red light. She is really out of control and this turns Janine on something fierce.

Inside the warehouse, the two captives are inside makeshift cages. They have been treated decently; not beaten or deprived of food or water. They are hosed off daily and given fresh clothes every other day. Keri wants them to be of relatively good mind and body when she begins to break them. Right now, though, she wants information.

Keri doesn't even want to look at Brooke. If she does, she may kill her on sight. She instead approaches Houston and unlocks the cage door.

“Martin. Vanessa. Where are they, bitch?” Keri asks directly.

“Fuck you. You're just going to kill me anyway,” Houston replies.

Janine steps in, grabs her by the throat and shoves her against the side of the cage. She produces a switchblade, presses the button and the blade shoots out right in front of Houston 's face. “I'll definitely kill you if you don't.”

Janine retracts the blade and shoves it right on Houston 's crotch. One push and it's bye-bye kitty. Houston can see that Janine will do it; wants to do it.

“There's a fight club. 5 th and Amsterdam . Every Saturday night. Tonight. He's always there. I don't know where Vanessa is. I swear! Martin's the one who always contacts us when he needs to.” Janine and Keri nod to each other.

“I'll see you soon, bitch,” Keri says and they begin to leave.

Brooke calls out, “Keri, how's your pussy these days?”

Keri stops. She wants to turn but doesn't. After a beat, she continues on.

“I faked every orgasm,” Brooke yells out at her and then begins to scream like she's being fucked hard. A few weeks in this hole and Brooke has lost whatever mind she had left. Janine and Keri leave without acknowledging her.

The thrill of the night's kill is beginning to wear off physically on Keri and the bruises begin to take their toll. Her pussy is throbbing from her previous fight, but she doesn't want to wait another Saturday to find Martin. It's past midnight and she fears she may already have missed her chance.

Keri and Janine arrive at the location Houston fearfully blurted out. It is a boxing gym. As they approach the front, it looks closed. The lights are out. However, they can faintly hear cheers from inside. They circle the place and find a back alley entrance guarded by a juiced up meathead. They walk over to him innocently and sultry.

“Hey beefcake,” Keri begins. “What's goin' on inside?”

“Nothing you'd like,” he replies, chuckling.

Janine gets serious. “How does your peanut size nutsack know what the fuck we'd like?”

“Ladies,” he replies, getting in Janine's face. “Nightclub is down the street. Now, why don't you bust balls over there before I give you two a nasty spanking.”

With lightening speed, Keri grabs him by the throat with one hand and his truly peanut size nutscack with the other. She squeezes hard and twists his balls. He squeals.

“Yeah, I'd watch it with her,” Janine says. “She's already killed one bitch tonight, so she has no problem making it two.”

“What do you want?”, the meathead grunts.

“We want---“ Janine begins, but is interrupted by her new partner.

“---We want you to get your ass out of our way so we can check out the action inside.” She yanks hard on his balls.

“Owwww! OK OK.” She lets go and he opens the door. They strut inside just in time to see an asian chick being dragged out of a ring in the center of the room. About thirty rowdy fellas are cheering. Some are collecting bets. Others are ripping up their tickets. A fight has apparently just ended badly for her.

“Look familiar?” Janine asks rhetorically.

“Let's find this fuck,” Keri is all business.

As they look through the crowd for Martin, the ringmaster of ceremonies enters the ring. He's a sleazy dude with greasy hair and a missing front tooth.

“Alright!” he begins. “Time to mix it up a bit.” The crowd goes wild. “Next is our mixed match of the night. Place your bets. Who's going home without getting any? Creamed pussy or crushed nuts?”

The crowd starts shuffling towards a guy in the corner taking bets. Janine and Keri lose faces in the crowd and have to start searching all over again. After the bets are complete, the MC continues.

“First in ring, she's the fighting fräulein…Marta!” Lots of cheers all around. From behind the crowd enters a german goddess. Unlike most of the fighters Keri and Janine are used to, Marta has a runway model's body; tall and slender. She has legs to fucking die for and a gorgeous face, but stone cold. She is a brunette with high cheek bones who looks like she'd kick you in the balls if you even looked her way. She is wearing a two-piece light blue shiny bathing suit. The top is skimpily revealing. The bottoms are something special. It is a triangle bikini bottom; skin tight lycra. It is not a thong, but enough ass shows to make any guy (or gal) drool, but tt's the front that could make you cum in your pants. There is a seam running straight up and down the front center, parting her pussy lips. You can actually see the outline of her slit and the lips, as the material is, as I've said, skin tight. No shoes.

Marta steps into the ring, doing her best Stacy Keibler ring entrance; bending through the ropes at the waist, keeping her legs straight and showing off her great ass. The crowd loves her, but she remains stone-faced.

She paces the ring and lets out a roar that does not seem like it would come from such a feminine looking creature. At the end of the scream, she slaps her own pussy hard.

“Next,” the MC continues, is our mystery man of the hour…It's the man with no name.” A muscular, short, but stocky man enters the ring wearing spandex shorts and bare chest. He has a tight black mask around over his head, with just cutouts for the eyes and mouth. He is barefoot, except the tops and bottoms of both his feet are taped up with heavy gauze.

The MC says, “Yes, our man prefers to remain anonymous. See, it seems he's a bit down on his luck these days and owes his bookie a tidy sum. I suppose that makes him a little embarrassed, but very hopeful. Hopeful because the winner of this match could take home a small fortune. Every kick or punch to the crotch is $10 for whoever delivers the blow. At the end of the match, the winner takes his money plus all the loser's money. So, I guess we'll see who's greedier; the bitch or the butch.”

The MC leaves the ring. Janine and Keri have checked out everyone in the crowd and did not find Martin. Keri motions Janine for them to leave. Janine resists. “I want to see this.” Keri reluctantly stays.

Inside the ring, the two combatants circle one another.

“You want to borrow 10 bucks? It's right here,” Marta says in her german accent, slapping her cunt hard. She's got a fun attitude after all.

The guy (we'll call him “Mr. Greedy”) charges. Marta sidesteps him and he ends up face first in the corner. Marta winds up and kicks him in the balls from behind. He screams through his mask and doubles over.

She backs up and raises her arms. “Come on, mother fucker!”

“Fucking bitch!” he screams and charges again. She sidesteps him again, but he won't fall for it twice. He reaches out and grabs her by the wrist, twirls her around and sends her flying into the ropes. She comes bouncing off and back towards him. He catches her and picks her up by the waist high in the air and then goes down on one knee, bringing her down hard on his muscular thigh, splitting her crotch. Marta screams as he forces her to straddle his thigh.

“That felt like a $20 to me,” he snarles.

“More like 20 cents, bitch. Is that all you got?” Marta teases him, then head-bunts him. She gets off his knee and walks around him. She doesn't even limp. This girl's pussy is tough, think Keri and Janine.

After circling her prey, Marta reaches down and grabs his balls in her hand, squeezes and lifts him to a standing position. Suddenly, this hot bitch who didn't look like she could handle this guy has him right where she wants him. She now latches onto his balls with both hands and squeezes with all her might.

“Who's my bitch?” she asks him.

“Fuck you!” is his weak reply. Marta lets go and sends her right knee into his balls. She laughs as she watches him drop like a brick. She's too cocky too early, however, and never sees his right fist as it comes flying into her mound. His punch is powerful and knocks her off her feet. Suddenly, the smile is wiped from her smug face and she staggers backward several steps. Marta's face goes white with shock and pain. This isn't like the last blow. The knuckle of his middle finger connected squarely with her clit and Marta is no longer having any fun.

Greedy staggers to his feet and charges Marta, who is still recovering from his latest blow. He grabs her by the throat and crotch and lifts her up above his head sideways. He squeezed hard her throat and performs and intense crotch claw. Marta flails like a wounded animal above his head. He looks up at her and says, “Now, let's try this again with more feeling.” Greedy runs a few steps carrying her and then throws her down upright again on his outstretched knee – CRUNCH! A brutal atomic drop.

He still has one hand wrapped around her throat. Marta's face is a twisted expression of agony. So much for her threshold of pain. Her eyes stare wide into space and her mouth is open as wide as it will go in the shape of a perfect circle, but no sound comes out. It is as if she is frozen in time.

Marta begins to slide off his knee, but Greedy wraps his arms around her waist and grinds her pussy down onto it. Then, he lifts her up and runs a few more steps and repeats the bush busting atomic drop again. This time Marta finds her voice and moans in her sexy accent.

“OH GOTTTTTTT!” she cries.

Greedy loves the anguish he is causing and repeats the move again, running around the ring with her in a bearhug, then slamming her pussy down on his knee. Each time, Marta's cries grow louder and her pitch higher. After three more atomic drops, he lifts her up in another bearhug and runs her into the corner ring post, knocking the wind out of her. She tries to slump down, but Greedy holds her in place with a hand around her throat, then bends over and sends a hard fist right onto her pubic bone.

“CHRISTUS!” she cries out in her native tongue. She closes her thighs tight together. Greedy gets frustrated trying to pry them apart and he punches her right in the stomach, which loosens her up. She slumps over his shoulder. He sits her ass on the middle turnbuckle and places each leg over and around the middle rope on either side of the post. On the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle are two lengths of smaller rope, used for tying someone's hands and keeping them in place. This is exactly what Greedy begins to do.

“NO!” Marta cries out in anger. “This is not fucking fair!”

Just after Greedy finishes, he sends a wicked uppercut to Marta's twat. “Shut the fuck up, bitch! You're gonna make me rich tonight.”

“FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!” she screams at him.

“Let's see how quick I can make a hundred bucks,” he answers back, then gets on his knees directly in front of her wide open legs.

“No, don't!” Marta cries out. “Give me a goddamn chance, you fuck!”

“You talk way too much, bitch,” Greedy says. “Scream instead.” He punches her pussy straight on with his right fist and looks right into her eyes as he does it. Marta's eyes cross and she screams down at him. The scream is a mixture of agony and anger. She still has a lot of resistance left in her. Greedy sends a left punch. Marta's cries grow louder because he twists his knuckles into her cunt before he brings his fist back. Next, it is a rapid fire of punches…right…left….right…left…on and on. The punches come so fast and furious that Marta's screams are constantly cut short by each wallop. Her whole body rattles violently back and forth from the fury of the cunt punishment. Her hair flies wildly about her face and she is in control of nothing. The loud SMACK of Greedy's punches echo throughout the gym and the crowd is loving it.

After ten punches, Greedy sits back to survey the damage. Marta's body still shakes back and forth against the post a few times as if she's still getting punched. She moans loudly, too exhausted to produce a high shrill. The bulge beneath her bikini is twice as big as it was just a moment ago. Her pussy lips are swollen to twice their normal size and are pressing hard against the tight fitting material. Her breasts are heaving up and down from her labored breathing. Her head hangs low and her hair covers her pained face.

It isn't until Marta hears Greedy's footsteps walking away from her that she slowly lifts her head up. Through a matted mop of sweat soaked hair, she sees him set himself up in the opposite corner. She wants to beg for mercy, but retains her dignity.

“Go ahead, you coward fucker!” she cries out. “Kick my pussy. Kick it until I give. I'll never give, you bastard!”

“Good,” he replies. “All the more money for me.” He charges out of the corner fast. Marta wants to look away, but can't. Her body tenses up just before the moment of impact. Finally, with ramming speed, Greedy thrusts a hard knee into Marta's vulnerable cunt. The impact is so hard the whole ring shakes and her body slams into the pole behind her, hurting her back. It is not her back pain, however, that sends the strongest signals to her brain and make her wail like a little girl. It's the blunt force trauma that has just crashed into her womanhood.

“NIENNNNN!” she cries out. Her head shoots back and she looks up at the ceiling crying out. “MY FUCKING CUUUUUUUUNT!” Greedy grabs her head with both hands and forces her to look at him.

“How did that feel, gorgeous?” he taunts. Then, using his grip on her head for leverage, he begins pumping his knee into Marta's abused pussy. They look into each other's eyes. Marta sees Greedy's extreme sadistic joy through his cowardly mask. Greedy sees Marta's unrelenting anguish through her watery, but crystal clear eyes. She screams full force into his smiling face. Through her pain, she feels the most extreme rage she's ever had and begins to stupidly taunt him.

“C'mon!” she cries. “You hit like a fucking girl!” She is happy to see the smile fade from his face. It is now a look of pure determination and he sends another, harder knee into the same battered spot.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH---THAT'S IT!” Marta yells out. Greedy knees her again.

“HARDER, BITCH!” she screams.

Now it is Greedy who screams a battle cry as he sends four knees up into her crotch in five seconds. Marta is not ready for this and realizes her taunting will cost her dearly. She can't catch her breath and her pussy feels like it has been rammed up into her throat.

“C'mon, you cunt!” yells Greedy. “Nothing left to say?” He knees her crotch again. And again. And again. The blows come harder and faster. Marta groans in absolute horrific pain. He really works up a sweat as he nails her at least fifteen times in a row. In between, Marta tries to constantly cry out “STOP”.

“What's that?” Greedy asks. He punches her with a hard fist.

“You want more?” He taunts again. He sends his knuckles in and twists again.

“NOOOOOOOoooooooooo!” Marta begins to fade.

Greedy unties her hands and begins to take her legs from around the middle ropes. “OK,” he begins. “Warm up round is over.” He drags her over to the middle of the ring and tries to get her to stand. Her legs are like jello and he is the only thing keeping her up.

“I'm going to give you your turn now,” he says. “Show me how fucking tough you are. Stand on your own two feet.” He lets go of her hands and it looks like she's going down. She stops herself at the last moment. She knows she has to fight through the worst pain of her life to try to survive. See, she knows that a submission doesn't mean shit here. The match will go on until one of them passes out and she has no idea for her if that will come in five minutes or five hours. So, she leans on her thighs, bent over and breathes heavily. She has a sick feeling in her stomach that she tries to overcome. She sees Greedy's bulge two feet in front of her. She also notices that he has a huge hard-on. This makes her furious that he gets off so much on destroying her.

Marta sends an uppercut to his balls, but Greedy is quick to block. He grabs her wrist and twists her arm behind her back. He pulls her hair back from behind with one hand and wrenches her arm with his other hand. His grip is strong and she is afraid he'll break her arm. While standing behind her, he lets go of her hair and sends a hard fist up between her legs from behind, nailing her pubic bone. Marta immediately screams and bends over, but that makes the strain on her arm almost break it. She's in so much pain and wants nothing more than to crumple to the ground, but if she does, he arm will break. Greedy punches Marta's crotch again. Twice. Three times. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Marta's legs are shaking uncontrollably. “Please stop!” she cries out.

“Fuck you!” is his reply as he uppercuts her twat again.

“AHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!” Marta cries out. Greedy turns his next fist into a claw and lifts her whole body off the floor by her cunt. Marta squeals as if she has no breath with which to produce the scream she so badly wants to release. Greedy drops her to the floor after several seconds. Marta is able to grab her wounded pussy for the first time and rolls around madly on the mat with both hands wedged tightly between her thighs.

Greedy lifts her legs up by the ankles and rolls her onto her back. She looks up at him sobbing her surrender. “No more. Please no more. God, no more.” Marta can feel her pussy lips throbbing and pulsating against her bikini and every nerve ending in her clit feels like it is on fire.

“Promise you'll let me fuck you after the match and I'll stop,” Greedy says. Through the worst pain of her life, Marta can't believe what she is hearing and instinctively replies, “Go fuck YOURSELF!”

“Still got some fight left in you,” Greedy says quite happily. Still holding her legs up by the ankles, he slowly spreads them as wide as he can. Then, he brutalizes her twat with a series of stomps. Marta screams and flops around like a fish out of water. After every couple stomps, he keeps his foot there to grind it hard. He puts all his weight down and crushes her clit and pussy lips against her pubic bone. Marta grits her teeth and slaps the mat constantly. Then, Greedy turns it up by jumping high in the air and landing with his knee on her cunt.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she screams and her upper body bolts upright. She is screaming right into his face and he screams back. “YEAAHHHHHHHH!” Greedy gets up and drags her across the mat by her legs. She is wimpering, “no more. No more.”

“Not until I make $1,000 bucks off that sweet spot,” Greedy answers. Marta is delirious and before she knows what is happening, Greedy has jumped out of the ring and placed her legs on either side of one of the corner turnbuckle posts. She has no idea of what is about to happen until she feels it. Greedy grabs a hold of each ankle and pulls back as hard as he can. Marta's body slides across the mat towards him and her mauled pussy is rammed into the unforgiving pole. Again, she bolts upright screaming bloody murder. She can't believe what she is seeing. Greedy places on foot on the edge of the mat from outside the ring and pulls back with all his might. He is literally trying to break Marta in half. The veins in her neck bulge as her body tenses up and she is helpless to stop the torture. Just when she thought the pain couldn't get any worse, it has. Her lips are being crushed against the pole. It is in many ways, a much more intense pain than being punches or kicked, because in those cases, as soon as the blow is received, the pain slowly has a chance to subside until the next one; but here, the pain only grows more and more unbearable with every agonizing second that he keeps the pressure up.

“MY PUSSSYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” Marta thunderously roars. After about thirty seconds of what feels like thirty minutes, Marta's eyes flutter and roll up into the back of her head and she passes out.

“This is fucking brutal,” Keri says in disgust as she watches the action unfold.

Janine snickers at her, “This from someone who rammed a pipe up some bitch's cunt and killed her.”

“Our dance is girl on girl,” Keri angrily replies. “He's more than three times her size. It's not right. I'm outta here.” As Keri turns to leave, she takes one last look towards the ring and sees Greedy take something out of his pocket and put in front of Marta's face. It's smelling salt. She stops Janine from leaving.

“WAIT!” she says. “Smelling salt.”

“So what?” says Janine. “The fucker's obviously not through with her yet.”

“No,” Keri says. “Martin used smelling salt on me in the warehouse.”

“You don't think…” Janine says.

“Let's stick around.” Keri replies.

Back in the ring, Marta groggily and painfully comes back to consciousness.

“Way too soon to let you go,” says Martin. “I told you, I'm not letting you pass out for a very, very, very long time.”

“I'll let you fuck me,” Marta whispers. “Please, just don't hurt my pussy anymore.”

“Too late, doll,” Greedy says. “That was a one-time offer.” He leaves the ring again to repeat the crotch slam against the pole. Marta tries to move, but feels paralyzed with pain. She roars out at him, “FUCK ME! I SAID YOU COULD FUCK ME!”

“Bitch, fuck THIS!” Greedy pulls her into the pole again.

“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD!” Marta yells as her pussy is once again ground against the steel pole. Marta's voice goes hoarse from repeating her cries and after an agonizing two and a half minutes, Greedy finally lets go. He gets in the ring and pulls her away from the pole by her hair. Then, he runs against the ropes and comes bouncing off towards her prone body. He jumps high in the air and comes crashing down with an elbow drop to her twat.

“OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!” she screams and bounces up and down. She continues screaming as Greedy stands up and pulls her to her knees by her hair.

“No more,” Marta cries. “NO MORE!”

“Stand up on your own two fucking feet and I might let you go with your pussy in one piece,” Greedy says.

“I-I can't,” Marta blubbers.

“Awww, I don't believe that,” he teases.

“You hurt my pussy so ba-a-ha -haaad,” she continues weeping. Greedy takes a few steps back. Marta tries to get it together and stand. She manages to miraculously climb up using the ropes and leans against them. She takes a few deep breaths and stands, first with her hands on her thighs bent over, then all the way up. She stares daggers at Greedy through her tears.

“Ask me to give one last hit – a kick – and you can go,” he says.

She can't decide

“Look, got any other choice?” he asks.

“OK,” she says. “One more.”

“Turn around. This one's from behind,” he says. Marta stumbles as she spins herself around. She leans against the ropes, facing the jeering crowd. She reaches her arms out to her sides and grabs the top rope tight with them.

“Spread your legs,” he commands. She does.

“Wider,” he says. She does.

“WIDER!” he screams. She spreads her legs as far apart as she can. They start to shake from exhaustion and fear. Greedy can see the bottom of her mound from behind bulging from against her bikini, looking like it just might rip through on its own.

“Ask me,” he says.

“What?!” she asks.

“Ask me to kick your cunt.”

“You motherfucking bastard.”

“Ask me to kick you as hard as I can in your fucking cunt or I swear to God you won't leave the ring with it.”

“Kick me,” Marta mumbles.

“Say it all, bitch, or die.”

Marta look at the crowd and yells back to Greedy, “Kick me as hard as you can in my fucking cunt you piece of fucking shit!”

“How can I refuse?” he asks and charges towards her. She closes her eyes tight an tenses up. Greedy delivers a field goal type punt dead center between her luscious thighs. The top of his bandaged foot strikes her pubic bone and a very loud crack is heard. Marta's whole body lifts off the mat. Her eyes open and bug out of her head and her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. The only thing that keep her from flying over the top rope are her hands clenching it tightly on reflex. What the crowd doesn't know, what no one but Greedy knows (and now Marta), is that beneath those bandages on the tops of his feet are metal rods. One of these rods is what slammed with brutal force right between her pussy lips and cracked her pubic bone.

She cannot even register the pain she is in. She is frozen in shock. Her face looks like she's experiencing the most intense orgasm of her life, but it's the exact opposite. Small whimpers escape her lips. It's all she can manage right now.

“O—O—O” is all that comes out. Greedy grabs her by the ankles and turns her on her stomach. She is panicking, but can't verbalize it at the moment.

“Oh, in case you're wondering, Marta. I lied. I'm gonna break you in half tonight.” He winds his leg back and delivers a devastating kick to her cunt from behind. The metal rod on his foot makes contact with the pubic bone again.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Marta has again found her voice as the worst pussy pain in her life courses through her nervous system. Marta falls like a rock and claws at the mat, trying to get away from the torture. Marta is now in real fear of her life.

“SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE!” She stares at an unsympathetic crowd. They only cheer Greedy on more. She passes out.

When she wakes up from the smelling salts again, she finds herself seated on the corner turnbuckle again, her legs spread wide and wrapped around the ropes and her hands tied to the top ropes. She sees Greedy in front of her and begins screaming immediately, both from intense pain and fear. She knows he can just keep waking her up every time she passes out and he may never stop. She feels like her pubic bone may already be broken and she feels like she's having a heart attack as she sees Greedy run to the opposite corner and set himself up.

“Let's see how many licks it takes to break this bitch,” he snarls, then he bolts out of the corner at top speed.

“OH MY GOD!” Marta screams as she sees him charge. He thrusts his foot dead center to the shape that makes a W from the bikini material. Marta's head flies up and her whole body shakes, then convulses. Her face contorts. She takes in a deep breath and exhales a scream like never before. Greedy adds to the torment by punching her over and over again on her sweet spot. He runs back and repeats the charge, blasting her pussy. Marta screams even louder. He runs back again.

“PLEASE!” Her voice sounds like a man's, it is so primal. “I know---you—w-won't s-stop. Just please. Slow down. Not so fast. I can't fucking take it.”

He ignores her and addresses the crowd. “How much money do I have?”

Someone answers, “850”.

“Yeah!” He screams back. “Fifteen more and I get my $1,000.” He walks up to Marta, who is delirious and going in and out of consciousness. He picks her drooping head up in his hands and says tenderly, “Marta…” he drops his stare down to her mound, bulging and swelling beneath her bikini, “You have the sweetest cunt I've ever busted.” He kisses her on the lips and before he finishes, knees her in the crotch. She instinctively bites down on his lip. He wipes blood from it, licks it and smiles at her. She is too exhausted to react the way he wants her too. He sticks the smelling salt under her nose for a long period of time and makes her as alert as he can.

Greedy steps back and puts his hands on top of hers very gently. Then, he clasps them for leverage and begins pounding her pussy with hard kicks.

“FUUUAAAAAAACK! YOU'RE KILLING M---AAAGGHHHHH!” Marta cannot even finish her screaming sentence because Greedy is kicking her so fast and hard. The metal rods on his feet are absolutely unbearable. After seven more kicks, he runs back to the opposite corner again. Marta wants to die. She actually prays for death as Greedy charges and delivers one last blow to her obliterated womanhood. Right after the blow, Greedy intensifies her agony by clasping a crotch claw. He lifts her up by her pussy and looks in her eyes. She shakes her head back and forth in fear and anguish. Her eyes flutter and she again passes out.

Greedy is out of smelling salts, but he is not done with her yet. He punches her crotch over and over and over again. Her body convulses, but her lights are completely out. He wants to see if another huge kick will wake her. Her runs the opposite corner and charges her again. BLAST! No reaction. He keeps punching her until the MC finally comes in and tells him he gets no money for those last blows.

“I know,” he says. “I just can't help myself.”

Greedy leaves the ring to the roars of the crowd. Keri and Janine stalk him to the locker room. They knock him over the head and take him out the front, (where no one will see them). They get him in the back seat of Janine's car and take off.

Keri begins punching him in the balls as he is out.

“What the fuck are you doing?” asks Janine.

“I'm gonna kill this fuck right now,” Keri says. Greedy stirs. Keri rips off his mask. It's not Martin.

“FUCK!” she says. Janine turns to see.

“That's not him?” she asks.

“This isn't him,” she says.

“What the fuck….?” Greedy says waking up, totally confused. He looks like a scared little kid now. Keri blasts him in the left nut, then takes it in her hand and squeezes for all she's worth. He squirms.

“Shut the fuck up!” she yells at him. Then to Janine, “It's not Martin.”

“Martin?” he says. “I-I know Martin.”

“Don't fuck with me!” Keri snarls and squeezes even harder.

“AHHHHH! I'LL TAKE YOU TO HIM.”